Allegory Poems (898)

I met me a girl
called Deja Vu
her folks seemed to know me
and her dog did too

she told me my future
as we lied in bed
she seemed to know the architect
inside my head

dirty blonde curls
and big eyes blue
and a voice that told ya
that she just knew

when she drove my truck
she'd kill the clutch
she used to drive me crazy
with her singing and sutch

she had my number
as far as I could see
but she never gave tips
on the lottery

she hated the future
but spliced we grew
and I made an honest woman
outta Deja Vu

A first blush of pink now heralds new dawn,
With strings of thin white clouds which burn away;
And as refulgent light hints at your form,
Four horses drag hot Sun into the day.*

First blush of pink, and that blush all too brief,
Now night has left upon a whim of blue,
Sky which lights now into stark relief;
And time, it seems, can hold no other hue.

The rising Sun a burning crown of glory,
I see his yellow disk now orb the sky;*
Another day dawns on our human story,
And still there's none who know exactly why.



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all was as before on strawberry hill.. spiders gamboled in spoiled air.. a feathered note from the grass troubled a horse.. and the city looked up at those walking down

all was as before on strawberry hill.. brothers made sweets in their father's shop.. and at the median of a work day.. figures opened doors to buy milk and bread

all was as before on strawberry hill.. sounds of play rose and fell..
settling behind weathered walls.. forever bivouaced in happiness

all was as before on strawberry hill.. lovers met under clocks and archways.. steeples punctured slate grey skies.. and arias were sung in the minds of dreamers

all was as before on strawberry hill.. boats ebbed and flowed from a visible moon.. a mechanical sound waxed and waned.. as a songbird exited.. and listened

all was as before on strawberry hill.. pale light folded over the ancient roads anew.. the curve of the earth found a mooring in feet.. and a woman made of prayer, smiled

all was as before on strawberry hill.. save bracken was cleared from the boreen of thought.. and you wore new the ring my labours bought

Piano is playing, violins, and muskets burned
Another path for them to follow
not so intense, like the one that went last night
Still, soul, and notes, water, and wine
Let them be, let them get there first, so eloquence
The Admiral, and the Conductor, will face their duty
duty, for no one to be glorious, nor independent from
each other...behold!

I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. is that woman still there.. does she still wait on me..?

I took a life.. I took a life.. as a life tried to take mine from me.. so I left my ship and hid inside the bark of a lonesome tree.. until hunger of the heart and mind did lead me to a door.. I didn't want to live inside a tree anymore.. a pair of eyes met mine and two more below in furs.. a dog that took chase against some distance noise that wasn't mine or hers.. the clock above the mantle swung its hands around the hours slow.. as if by chance the roaring fire's bars had never been aglow.. and days came and went as tide outside the door.. and her loneliness wed mine and was no more.. and though fear could not replace the magic in her stare.. she told policemen in plain clothes.. that I was never there..

I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. if there is a god I hope he prays for men like me..

I told her how my story was sung from the lips of legal spin and how I had killed a man and robbed him said his kin.. his blade to my neck neither mentioned nor referred.. but justice was seen to be done and thus justly served.. and though I knew our new world was indentured to a mortal life.. I called her son my own and this angelic woman, wife.. fate did intervene two years inside our fated chance.. some off duty cop sniffed something off.. at some off duty dance.. a smile upon lips that had never seen a smile before and my hand in her's too much for this neighbour to ignore.. she made a call and suddenly all my world was filled with iron bars.. assorted characters.. lawyers, judges.. cars.. she waits in dreams with the son who calls me fondly, dad..

the only time of love and peace.. my madness ever had..

to a five penny piece
I shrunk to the size
as life made me hard
in the head and the eyes

so press ganged was I
on a leathery ship
that lived in a pocket
on the side of her hip

and life wasn't easy
and life wasn't hard
it was tough to bed down
'neath a sharp credit card

I dated a quarter
but often she snoozed
we'd laugh at the condom
that never got used

a religious medal
and I became mates
and we sung drunken songs
in between great debates

she'd spill us at parties
she'd drop us in cars
she'd hide us in restaurants
she'd lose us in bars

I fought with the euro
but rarely it budged
her lipstick was messy
and often got smudged

when the end came
it was ruthless and clean
that's how I got here..
in this vending machine

I met her in the winter.. in a bar upon the hill.. when the dark was carved from starlight.. and the moon had paid the bill

I came in from the wilderness.. from the howling wind and rain.. I was weary from my journeys.. around other people's pain

"You are bearded broad and ugly".. said the prairie girl in fright.. not one for moralising.. we shared our bones that night

I told her of my story.. from the famine ships I came.. from a world of madness hunger.. where I killed men.. to my shame

corruption took our homelands.. our humanity and our dead.. I hated a world that priced our lives.. in the currency of bread

I left her at the dawning.. as a coyote fought the moon.. one night was our forever.. she'd be over me by noon

my road ís a lonesome one.. thrown far by a devil's hurl.. so I bellow out a fire.. for the prairie and the girl

Bird Table (Nature) Haiku

Icy lacy frost
blankets Holly bush and tree,
Graces berry feast.


Sky Art (Colour) Haiku

Crimson wisps blood-stain
azure's fading sky to paint
dusk's art at sunset.


Tall Order (Animal) Haiku

Legs all sprawled askew.
Yards of neck enmeshed in thorn.
Delicate giraffe.


Despair (Emotion) Senryu

Anguish, held too long.
Wracking sobs and flowing tears.
Eyes implore. Arms fall.


Today (Open Choice) Senryu

Baby born today.
Text said: "Girl, black hair. All well!"
Could be monkey too.

I Am. (Tanka)

Set me a challenge.
Give me a reason to know
something that I don't.
When I can master it once,
Then I'll show you who I am

I sit transfixed
as thought it flies
to see warmth twice
inside her eyes

reflected in
the glassy pane
two pupils flower
past disdain

a look of summer
dressed in light
a thirst beyond
the drink of sight

some lust for life
and flirt with death
a carraige full
of moving breath

my logic screams
in measure new
though all before
wore beauty too

for even Yeats
or Neruda's verse
would paint her well
but paint her worse

a foggy smudge
her breath it seems
can not distort
the shape of dreams

A crow
black's darkest hue,
jet wings aflame with night,
obsidian and ebony,
lit, here.